Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Franke,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Cramps,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.